Ward Bond   Was his sidekick rowdy Yates   Drove that wagon train out west   Right along this interstate      'Cross the high plains of Kansas   To the Colorado line   Spent a lot of sleepless nights 'round the campfire   They had mountains on their minds      Well , those high plains people   They're different somehow   You spent your life leaning into a hard wind   I guess, you're less likely to take a bow      All these stories buried out here   They're calling to me   Like the earthquakes in California   Like the hills back in Tennessee      I gotta circle back and touch something near   Find out which way to go just to get on out of here   I lost my thread and I've lost some time   But it takes a lot of ground for me to change my mind      Well, it's ninety nine in Topeka   The wind is blowin' hot   Blowin' through my oldest daughter's hair   With everything else I forgot      I drove her out to college   Drove back through an empty space   Thinkin' back to when she was a baby   Tryin' hard to see that face      I gotta circle back and touch something near   Find out which way to go just to get on out of here   Well, I lost my thread and I've lost some time   But it takes a lot of ground for me to change my mind      Two kids up and at 'em   One more left at home   She's a spark plug, a real fire cracker   And in four years she'll be gone      They just blow through your life   Like the wind on the plains   Like the dust that covers everything   'Til the rivers fill with rain      I gotta circle back and touch something near   Find out which way to go just to get on out of here   Well, I lost my thread and I've lost some time   But it takes a lot of ground for me to change my mind      Ohh, yeah, I got to circle back   I got to circle back, I got to circle back   I got to, got to, got to, got to, got to   Got to, got to, got to circle back